For those of you who do not know, nursing school is freaking hard. I spend 25 hours a week in class or clinical, spend countless hours studying or doing care plans, and spend almost no time with my family. They tell me that it will be worth it in the end, but I think that they're lying.
Today I went to the gym after school to let off some steam, and I don't know if the gym was empty due to it being Tuesday or it was because people realized that I've been going at the same time every day and they're trying to avoid seeing my ass cheeks again. I was stoked to get fifty glorious minutes of fat-burning exercise time to myself. I didn't have to suck in my gut, hold in my grunts or stifle my gasps for breath.
It was truly liberating to don that almost forgotten sweatband I had hidden in my gym bag.
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31 August 2010
22 August 2010
In Which All My Muscles Explode
Anyway, so nothing really interesting happened today. I had class, and was pleased that I was able to stay awake even without chugging two mountain dews and eating a milky way. WOOT. Once I got home, it was pure insanity at the Young house until 8 pm, bedtime for the kids.
I hadn't gotten a chance to exercise, so Dan "watched" the sleeping kiddos while I went to the gym. And this time, I went sans sweatband simply because well, let's just say wearing a band that holds your sweat over your forehead doesn't exactly make you Penny Popular among the skinnies who don't sweat. Stupid whores.
So yeah, no sweatband. I'm not really sure which is better, being uncool and not having sweat in your eyes or having the sweat pour down your face and blind you. Anyway, I get on the elliptical and I'm done fooling around. I cranked that fucker up to level 12...halfway to the maximum of 25. Okay, the low side of halfway, and I had to turn it down to level 9 for about 7 minutes so I wouldn't die from a myocardial infarction, BUT...I did it for 35 minutes before turning to the other gym equipment for the first time.
My thighs are burning. My arms are groaning in protest. My abs are like, whoa...did something just happen to us? I think every one of my 656 muscles are in shock.
I hadn't gotten a chance to exercise, so Dan "watched" the sleeping kiddos while I went to the gym. And this time, I went sans sweatband simply because well, let's just say wearing a band that holds your sweat over your forehead doesn't exactly make you Penny Popular among the skinnies who don't sweat. Stupid whores.
So yeah, no sweatband. I'm not really sure which is better, being uncool and not having sweat in your eyes or having the sweat pour down your face and blind you. Anyway, I get on the elliptical and I'm done fooling around. I cranked that fucker up to level 12...halfway to the maximum of 25. Okay, the low side of halfway, and I had to turn it down to level 9 for about 7 minutes so I wouldn't die from a myocardial infarction, BUT...I did it for 35 minutes before turning to the other gym equipment for the first time.
My thighs are burning. My arms are groaning in protest. My abs are like, whoa...did something just happen to us? I think every one of my 656 muscles are in shock.
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